Silencing glare from the moon

Staring deep into my cosmic mind

Shattering the crystal net

between me and the endless sea of darkness

Illuminated by bright lights

Metal skyships flying overhead

One can feel the night

bend with the astral sky

Bringing to earth

A light only the heavens can reach

With these bare hands

I take a chunk

for the next time I visit

She gazed up as a plane flew by

In the night sky

And her mind wandered far

Past the city and her parked car

In the driveway of her house on the hill

As she looked out the window sill

Up to where the dreams

Float above the gleams

Of the city and its lights

Where children fly their kites.

Up in the plane, in the clowds high

One may hear her sigh

Longing to be

Down where she could see

Each petal of every flower

And taste the sweet and sour

Of rhubarb pie

And not have to think about goodbye.

Where they could just be in bliss

And hold eachother in their arms because they would miss

Every moment apart

And feel the aching of their hearts.

Yet hope still burnt like a fire

In their souls for their desire

To meet again.

when I see an airplane in the night sky

I think of the possibilities of nighttime

the opportunity, of being a person who can afford a red eye,

before current events made it so that

flying is a novelty, magical thinking

I don’t think about 2020

with its smoke across darkness, one way tickets

starlight that turns to dust in our hands

when I see an airplane in the night sky

I think of the past, people who weren’t sad

I wonder if maybe

home is not a final destination

The rumbling sound was palpable in the skies as it reverberated through my body. Finally, I had some luck. I had put all my hopes and dreams into the airplanes coming to save me tonight. My mission would tip the rebellion into our favor. I thought it was suicide to undertake it. But my brothers believed in me succeeding and were coming to save me from certain death or worse.

Lying out in the snow

with cheeks pinched

pulled into the arms of

Jack frosts’ bolder cousin

who tastes my tears and freezes them solid

time

on my face in a standstill

looking up at an expanse wider than my vision

like i kicked the snowflakes up there with my own two feet

spatters gods windshield

tracking across the sky

slowly

tangible wishes

they say wish on shooting stars but they pass

before I can gather a thought to tie onto its tail

planes are more my speed

to formulate a desperate wish

that collects around the corners of this angel in the sky

that puddles in the arms of crying babies

and curls around the heads of tired eyes

watching the fault in our stars for the eighth time

in the airborne cocoon

in small bites

my wish programs the plane

envelopes it

and I can watch it

hoping

that one day someone will come and take me across the world

to set foot

like a plane

on the toxic tarmac

in another world altogether